I was getting used to the metal pole as a warm hand grasped my balls and I felt a small rope wrapped around my scrotum. It was pulled uncomfortably t...ght and then wrapped a few more times around my balls assuring my scrotum was pulled tight around by testicles. Brent’s hand started to stroke my shaft. My cock got hard in his hand and he had me let him know when I was getting close. When I felt the beginnings of deep in me of orgasm, I told Brent and he stopped. He tied by dick back to my. The next few days after that I couldn't help but notice the bulge in Chris' shorts as he worked out. I've never considered myself gay but if I found myself constantly casting glances over at him over the next few days. Luckily he didn't seem to notice anything so I figured I was in the clear.About two weeks after the initial encounter and countless glances as his crotch I again finished my workout and headed for the shower. I walked in and once again Chris was standing there naked. Once again I. ‘I’m sorry you got lost.’ He pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘I won’t let it happen again.’ ‘I know.’ x-x-x-x The next morning, they returned to the campsite. Ivy ran over and hugged Willow so hard the latter wondered if she had any cracked ribs. ‘Relax, Ivy. I’m fine.’ ‘I’ll bet you are.’ Ivy looked from Willow to Clay, who averted his eyes but couldn’t hide a smile. Ivy grinned. ‘Nice work.’ ‘Thanks, I think.’ Willow smiled at Clay as he went over to talk to Adam. ‘I want details, lots of. A walk in the wood. I have been fascinated by bondage as long as I can remember, but for a long time there was no one else involved. But then I met Marcus. He is my black knight, about whom I have dreamed and dreamed. It was a Sunday midmorning, and we had nothing much to attend to. So inevitably, we would play. Sometimes, I was in charge, but this time it was Marcus's turn. We liked bondage, and the sun was shining. Marcus said: "My dearest Sandra, undress now" and I got quickly undressed..